Keep Wishing (One Direction)

Chapter Seven; Girl's Day Out

I may stop writing this… May start a new one, I don’t know though. Not that many people read this and even when they do, they don’t vote.

One of the songs I don’t know where I got it, it was in one of my notebooks. Ooppss

“I’m sorry we haven’t talked. I thought you would hate me after I broke up with Niall.” The girl on the other side of the phone whimpered. After I told her that my baby was named after her sister, she had cried.

“Ammie, if you don’t shut up, when we go on tour I’ll kick your ass, no joke,” I threatened and heard Amethyst gasp.

“So what are you singing at the concerts?” She asked questioningly.

“For the First Time, Absolutely (Story of a Girl), Paradise, I think there is some more but those are the ones I can remember on top of my head.”

“Story of a Girl, oh geez I can’t believe you’re singing that!

I heard a far off scream and some crying. “Amethyst, I have to go. Paije is crying and Zayn isn’t home.”

“It’s alright, tell her I said hi! Bye Lys.” She finished as I hung up the phone. I groaned and walked from the bathroom, the only room you can get some peace and quiet, to our bedroom. Zayn didn’t want Paije staying in her own room for a little longer.

“Hi Paije, what are you doing baby?” I asked as I leaned over the side of the crib. She smiled at me and I laughed. I picked her up softly and held her.

                Today was going to be boring. Well, I thought so. I would be spending the day with April, Becca and Holly. April was still going to do my clothes, Holly doing my hair and Becca doing my make-up. We had to get ready for the concert and tonight we are leaving for Australia or England. Some foreign country and we are bringing Paije along.

“Hey,” Becca groaned, walking into the room. The boys had all gone to practice and Gemma couldn’t take being away from Niall, so she took off somewhere.

“Hey,” I handed Paije to Becca and her face lighted up.

“Let me hear you sing.” April walked into the room. Holly walked in right behind her.

“Commanding much?” I joked and April smiled.

“Which song,” I asked them, tilting my head.

“Surprise us,” Holly told me and I smirked.

“This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world. And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her, when she smiles.” I sang out, making April shake her head in amusement.

“Now how many days in a year, she woke up with hope. But she only found tears, and I can be so insincere. Making her promises never for real, as long as she stands there waiting, wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes. Now how many days disappear, when you look in the mirror, so how do you choose?” I smiled, done singing. Holly clapped and I laughed at her excitement.

“You need to sing more like Zayn.” April told me.

“Or Harry,” Becca volunteered.

“I don’t want to sing like them. I want to be unique. Do I suck that much?” I asked, covering my face in my hands.

“No,” The three girls chorused, assuring me.

“Whatever, do you guys want to go to lunch?” I asked them and they all nodded.

“Can we bring Paije?” April asked, smiling wide.

“We kind of have to,” I laughed and April smiled. She really did like the baby.